Depraved mansion

A Depraved Mansion
1. In the hilly area of Karuizawa, there are many Western-style villas with a nostalgic atmosphere. In the innermost corner, there is a three-story English-style villa surrounded by trees.

It is considered the oldest villa in this summer resort. It is said that the earliest residents were British traders. Later, a few people built a swimming pool on the lawn or made some modern modifications, but the vine-covered exterior walls are exactly the same as they were decades ago. A perceptive person will feel a gloomy feeling when they see this villa. Perhaps it is because it is surrounded by hills and tall trees to the west, so it receives little sunlight even in summer! In front of the Western-style gate, there is a sign that reads "?Shu-so" (tree house), but for some reason, the locals call this villa "Ye-ku-kan" (night crying house). Even among the elderly, few people know when this name started.

-- This summer, before the rainy season was over, the villa's iron gate was open and the old door lamp was lit at night. "It's rare for someone to rent the night crying house." "Because of its gloomy appearance and outdated facilities, the villa hasn't attracted any summer guests in recent years. The real estate company plans to demolish it this year, so the locals are very curious about who rented it. Detailed information comes from Itsuko, the daughter of the Shimotsuki family who manages the villas in the area. She was hired by the person who rented the villa to work as a housekeeper for the summer. According to her, the person is Professor Takayuki Kamishiro, the dean of the law school at a top private university and a Doctor of Law.

He resigned from his position as dean this spring and left the education field. He was in a car accident at the end of last year and, thanks to the doctors' efforts, almost miraculously survived, but he has lost the ability to work. He's said to still be partially paralyzed and has unsightly scars on his face. 'I see. That villa is quite suitable for seclusion.' What also intrigues people is that this almost disabled scholar's wife is more than twenty years younger than him. 'It's said she was a beautiful flight attendant. It's pitiful that she'll soon be taking care of a disabled person after becoming a university professor's wife. Judging from that, the professor must be impotent, right?'" "The local old folks chuckled lewdly as they spoke. The bedroom of Professor Kamishiro and his wife was built in the style of a British aristocratic country house, with many exposed beams in the ceiling. Professor Kamishiro's wife, Akiko Kamishiro, often had fantasies of something monstrous staring from the darkness between the beams. That evening, she trembled as she undressed in front of her husband, Takashi, who was twenty-three years her senior, revealing her almost transparent, snow-white body in a rocking chair.

She removed her expensive lace-trimmed panties, presenting her peach-like buttocks to her husband, Akiko, and put on French-made black stockings. Hanging the stockings with black garters, she appeared more alluring than naked, wearing nothing else. Then she put on high heels that shimmered black—this was the outfit her husband, who had lived abroad for a long time, had requested for her in the bedroom. 'Today I've been looking at this house, even going to the basement. It must have been a wine warehouse in ancient times. Now there's only old furniture. But there's a cover on the floor, and underneath is another basement. I wonder what they were for?' 'It was probably used as an air-raid shelter during wartime, or perhaps to hide valuable works of art or property.'" "I heard the owners of this house are all wealthy..." With his temples already half-gray, Takashiro Kamishiro, dressed in a bathrobe and sitting in a rocking chair, looked exactly like the playboy professor of his prime. His injuries were healing faster than expected; after several plastic surgeries, the scars on his face were almost invisible.

The paralysis in his body had subsided, leaving only his right leg, which he could walk on with a cane. He decided to rent this villa because of its swimming pool; swimming was the most effective way to recover his muscles and injured nerves. The 28-year-old virtuous wife, wearing only black high heels, made no attempt to conceal the dark triangle of her lower abdomen. With the lewd posture of a prostitute or stripper, she walked to the corner of the room in front of the marble fireplace, spreading her legs and swaying her plump buttocks like a clumsy dancer. Soon, the smell of sweat mingled with the freshly sprayed perfume "Night Flight," creating an aroma that stimulated the man's lust. "Come on," Takashiro commanded in a hoarse voice after letting his young wife sway so lewdly before him for ten minutes. Anjiko hurriedly knelt down in front of the rocking chair and pulled open the front of her husband's robe. Her snow-white fingers reached into her husband's soft, bare hand, enveloping his shrunken member and gently caressing it. As his wife rested her face against his thigh, the man, entering a state of early aging, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took his member completely into his mouth, skillfully caressing it with his tongue. After a long time, despite Anjiko's best efforts, the shrunken member still couldn't return to its pre-accident state. "That's enough for tonight," the husband said, pushing his wife away, his voice filled with painful despair.

Anjiko quickly put on her pajamas, wiping her husband's saliva-covered lower abdomen with her own panties, and said in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, it's already recovered to this extent, it will definitely heal." "Maybe. But I'm not young anymore, by the time it heals, I might not have the strength." "If you're too pessimistic, it might not heal at all." His wife shook her head, took a medicine bottle from the bedside table, poured a few pills into her hand, and handed them to her husband. Those were the aftereffects of the car accident—migraines—that made it impossible to sleep without medication. "You've been so good to me. If you were an ordinary woman, why would you abandon me?" "How could you say that? I love you." Lying on the large double bed, the light was turned off. A cold wind blowing down from the mountain behind made the surrounding leaves rustle. "If you want, you can whip me," Anjiko said in the darkness. "I've heard that excites men." "I'm very touched that you'd do that, but I don't have that kind of fetish. And the thought of damaging your beautiful skin is unbearable." Before falling asleep, the husband said to his wife, "Let's have someone from the appliance store check the swimming pool motor tomorrow. There might be a problem; the water in the pool is a little dirty." Then, regular snoring replaced his words.

Anjiko couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Her fingers quietly moved within her private parts; the overflowing substance made her inner thighs wet. Soon after, a weeping sound escaped from her red lips, and her balanced body convulsed slightly. Nocturnal birds chirped mockingly outside the window.

2. The next day was a bright, sunny day. The strong sunlight after the rainy season shone on the swimming pool. In the afternoon, an appliance store sent someone to check the motor. He opened the door to the machine room by the pool and began to inspect the motor installed inside. This motor sent the pool water to the filter, where it was purified and then circulated back into the pool. Anjiko took a lounge chair and lay down by the pool, drinking iced coffee while watching the appliance store worker at work. The man was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with broad, muscular shoulders, resembling an action movie actor famous for his karate. However, he was even more rugged; his thin lips were reminiscent of a ruthless predator. Because it was very hot, the man took off his shirt, his upper body bare, and began to disassemble the motor. Beads of sweat appeared on his bare back, and the beast-like body odor emanating from the man wafted across the five-meter-wide pool to Anjiko's side. Normally, this would have been repulsive, but this smell, carried by the breeze, stimulated Anjiko, as if a spark was igniting deep within her. Long living with her impotent husband had made the beautiful wife sensitive to male body odor. Ankiko lay on the recliner, eyes closed, inhaling deeply the scent of a man. (Ah... I want a man, I want his hot semen to spray deep inside me.) A daydream flashed through her mind. The worker suddenly attacked Ankiko, who was napping, threatening her as she resisted. He ripped her thin dress and panties, and a hot, fierce penis entered her forced-open lower body, creating an intense sensation... From her fantasies, Ankiko felt lust rising, unconsciously twisting her body on the recliner. As she twisted, the skirt of her white dress lifted, revealing the part above her knee when she bent one leg. The married woman suddenly awoke and noticed the young worker stopping his work and secretly looking in her direction. From that angle, he should be able to see what was under her skirt. (This man is disgusting.) Ankiko shook her head, trying to banish the fantasy, but a mixture of shame and disgust made her feel hot all over. But the man's snake-like eyes seemed to control her freedom, and she couldn't close her legs. Perhaps the man had developed unusual feelings for her, pretending not to care while constantly sending her sharp glances. (That man might have seen the lace trim on my light blue panties...) A strange emotion, mingled with shame and disgust, welled up from the depths of my body, a stirring feeling that made the man's gaze feel like countless needles pricking my inner thighs.

The birds chirping overhead flew away, and the sudden thrill of being watched made her instinctively spread her legs and prop up the recliner. The afternoon breeze lifted her skirt further, revealing her dazzlingly white thighs in the summer sun. The young worker's lustful gaze was now completely undisguised. Her light blue panties were fully exposed to his sharp eyes. The aroused woman's body exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance from her panties, and her nipples, untouched by a baby, began to erect beneath her bra. (It's not that I'm being spied on; I'm showing it to him. Look if you want. Anyway, a man like you will never be able to sleep with a woman like me.) As she closed her eyes, the daydream from before resurfaced. The man's body pressed down, his hot penis pushing open Ankiko's flower. But before she could reach the climax of her fantasy, her lewd daydream was interrupted when the maid, Itsuko, brought her cool barley tea. The birdsong returned. Awakening from the sweet intoxication caused by being watched, Ankiko straightened her skirt and closed her legs. The young worker continued his work silently, seemingly oblivious to what had happened. (Was everything just a figment of my imagination?...) The lingering sensation still lingered. The man finished his work in the afternoon, loaded his tools onto his dilapidated truck, and drove off. When Ankiko casually inquired about the electrician from Itsuko, the local girl's expression inexplicably hardened. The man's name was Tomioka Yuji, the son of the local electronics store owner. He was said to be quite skilled, but his violent personality made him ostracized. "He was recently in jail." The young girl didn't specify the crime, but Ankiko could guess.

3. Ankiko was raped by Tomioka Yuji the next day when she was returning from shopping and walking through the woods. The dilapidated truck pulled up beside her from behind. "Are you going shopping, ma'am?" A gruff smile spread across his face, his eyes darting over her like a snake's. Ankiko looked around; it wasn't the season yet, and there were no villas nearby. "It's hot today, ma'am, why don't you rest here for a bit?" The man, who supposedly had a criminal record, got out of the truck, carrying an electrical cord. Ankiko dropped what she was holding and ran towards the nearest villa, praying that someone would be there. But the electrician easily caught her before she even reached it. "It's okay to go there, no one will be there." Like a wild beast catching its prey, Tomioka Yuji held Ankiko tightly in his arms. Ankiko's thoughtless escape led the man to a deserted place. "Don't do this, do you know how serious the consequences are?" He twisted Ankiko's resisting hands behind her back, ignoring her loud cries, and tied her hands together with electrical wire. "What are you doing?" Ankiko screamed, and was slapped across the face. "Don't scream, ma'am. It seems you're lacking in men. Yesterday you deliberately showed me your thighs. So I'm here to comfort you." With her hands bound, Ankiko was dragged to a large tree, leaned against it, and tied with electrical wire again. "Don't move, or you'll leave marks on your skin. It won't be easy to explain to your husband when you get back, will it?" He tied the wire to her left leg and pulled it up. Anjiko cried out in panic and pain as the power line remained fixed to the tree branch. "No! Don't do this!" One leg was raised high, this shameful position making Anjiko blush to her ears. In her struggle, her sandals fell off. "Let me see clearly now what you showed me yesterday!" Her clothes were pulled up to her waist, revealing her lower body clad in red panties. "Ah..." The man's hand caressed the slightly bulging part of the panties, causing Anjiko to feel a wave of disgust that sent shivers down her spine, and a lewd stimulation in her sensitive areas, causing her to cry out and writhe. "As expected of a professor's wife, such beautiful panties." The woman's body, forced into an obscene position, roughly caressed her clitoris through the panties, immediately secreting her nectar, the double-layered part of the panties instantly becoming wet. "No...no...please have mercy!" "Look...look, it's already soaking wet." The rich scent emanating from the mature woman's body further stimulated the man.

Ankiko was embraced by a man's sweaty body, her lips being sucked. Large, rough hands pulled open her bra, grabbing and kneading her breasts forcefully. Soon after, the small piece of fabric covering her lower abdomen was torn by the man. When Tomioka Yuji, who had pulled down his jeans and underwear, approached, Ankiko was terrified by the enormous thing. The dark, engorged tip was terrifyingly exposed. "Hehehe, any woman bored in prison who gets her work done will only cry tears of joy upon encountering this thing." Yuji hugged Ankiko's slender waist tightly. "Ugh..." Her husband Takayuki's powerful penis, incomparable to hers, plunged deeply into Ankiko's lower body. The tree trunk behind them swayed, probably from a nest where chicks flew away with sharp cries. A few minutes later... Ankiko experienced a powerful, explosive orgasm as a large amount of hot semen gushed from her throat, squeezing out bird-like sounds.

4. Tomioka Yuji returned to the "Night Crying Hall" a week later. The motor, which had just been repaired a few days earlier, had broken down again. Takayuki Kamishiro was swimming in the pool. The scars from his back to his waist indicated the severity of the car accident. His skin was very pale because the pool in the mountains only gets a few hours of sunlight. Ankiko, sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, saw the man approach. When their eyes met, the woman's expression was like a mask, while the man grinned, revealing his teeth. The man opened the machine room and went to the area with the motors, quickly finding the cause of the accident: the power cord had been snapped by someone. Yuji frowned, wondering who would do such a thing. Just then, the machine room suddenly went dark, indicating someone was standing in the doorway. The young man turned around and saw it was Ankiko. Her dress was still very thin. The young man pointed to the snapped power cord and said, "You did it, didn't you?" Ankiko's face was expressionless. "Why would I do such a thing?" Ankiko slightly parted her red lips, sticking out her pink tongue to lick them. This gesture was incredibly sexy, arousing the young man's lust. "Because this way I can see you." In an instant, the man's eyes widened and then turned into a lewd smile. "I see. It seems you can't forget what happened in the woods last time." A blush suddenly appeared on Ankiko's face as she recalled the humiliation she suffered in the woods a week ago. She was tied to a tree trunk and raped to arouse the man, who then put his semen-covered penis in his mouth. Her dress was removed, and naked Ankiko was forced into a doggy-style position on the ground covered with leaves. He slapped her, and tears streamed down her face from fear and rage. Twice, the man's hot semen was ejaculated into Ankiko's body, and she reached a pleasurable climax in the doggy-style position. The beautiful married woman stood at the door of the machine room, feeling something hot boiling inside her. Yuji, behind the woman, saw her husband swimming in the pool, his eyes gleaming with ruthless malice.

"Spread your front open." The married woman unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing a beige bra and panties. "Squat down here." The machine room was lower than the swimming pool. Only the upper half of Anjiko's back could be seen inside. The narrow space was filled with the stench of men's sweat and the fragrance of mature women's perfume. "Pull down your panties." The beautiful and virtuous wife, who had been listening to her husband swimming behind her, squatted in front of the young, violent man and removed her panties from her feet. The still-warm panties went into the man's jeans pocket. "Spread them wider." The young man's voice was slightly hoarse. "They seem wet already. You're practically a bitch in heat." Yuji took a large screwdriver with a plastic handle for high-voltage electrical insulation from his toolbox. "Swallow this!" "Ah..." The woman, who had willingly spread her dress, involuntarily lifted her buttocks. The plastic handle, about four centimeters in diameter, pierced her flower. "Oh...oh..." The initial resistance vanished as the plastic handle seemed to be sucked in, sliding into the young man. He smiled and turned the screwdriver that was exposed. "Mmm..." Anjiko couldn't help but moan. "Expose your breasts and rub them." The man's hands moved on the screwdriver, making a squelching sound as it went in and out of her flower. "My husband will see..." "He won't notice." "You're so cruel..." Anjiko pulled down her bra and rubbed her full breasts in front of the man. The woman's scent became even stronger. "You...come on!" Anjiko made an annoying sound as she was violated by the plastic handle. "It's impossible here." "Anywhere is fine!" Her full thighs twitched from the unbearable pleasure. "Okay. Is your husband sleeping soundly enough tonight?" "His voice, like he's taking sleeping pills, won't wake him." "Then I'll come here at twelve o'clock. How about this, unlock the window near the corridor." "Why wait until midnight... my husband will take a nap in the afternoon..." "I'm not the kind of person with free time like you think." As the man's hand turned, Ankiko seemed to reach a slight climax, her thighs twitching and her eyes tightly closed. "Ah..." The sound of water behind her disappeared, as if Takayuki had left the swimming pool. Yuji saw the male head of the household approaching from behind Ankiko, whose shoulders were still trembling. "Your husband is here, cover the front." Takayuki seemed to have no suspicions and went into the machine room, looking inside from behind his wife. The workers were working silently there. "Do you know what's wrong?" "The wiring here is faulty." "Is that so? Please fix it. Ankiko, it's getting dark, let's go inside." "Yes..." Ankiko stood up, dropping the screwdriver at her feet, but Takayuki, who had already turned around, didn't notice. As she left, Ankiko whispered: "Tonight."

5. (Damn, this villa is really scary at night.) The treetops reaching the roof looked like monsters about to pounce. (I swore I'd never do a second time with a woman I'd slept with, but now I'm sneaking here like a lover—it's shameful.) But the image of a snow-white, mature body flashing in his mind aroused the young man's desire. Yuji, with a prior record of raping women and a prison sentence, gently opened the window in the hallway; it was unlocked. The bedroom light was off. Hearing the noise, Ankiko stood by the door. The man pushed her aside and entered the bedroom. Ankiko's face showed fear. "I can't do this here. My husband is sleeping." "Didn't he take sleeping pills? He won't wake up." "This... ah..." Her sexy nightgown was roughly removed, revealing the black stockings and garter belt she'd worn while waiting for the man. "Madam, you're like something out of an adult film." The man slapped Ankiko's buttocks, enjoying the elasticity, and pushed the beautiful, mature woman towards the bed. "Not here..." "Do as I say, or your husband will wake up." On the large double bed, a woman wearing only black stockings straddled Takayuki's face in a doggy-style position. The young man attacked from behind. His huge, ugly penis entered and exited the woman's vagina, accelerating the motion. The soft spring bed rose and fell with the movement. The professor's wife, in the doggy-style position, tilted her head back, revealing her snow-white throat, biting her lip to suppress any sound. The stimulation of raping his wife on his sleeping husband's face aroused the young man intensely. "Ugh..." The intense assault forced Ankiko to voluntarily stuff her panties into her mouth, only then suppressing the uncontrollable sounds of pleasure. After a large ejaculation, with their bodies still connected, Takayuki rolled over. The woman felt intense fear, her whole body trembling, which aroused the young man's sadistic desires, and he quickly regained his energy. This time, it took even longer to reach a second ejaculation. Almost simultaneously, Ankiko also experienced an explosion of unparalleled pleasure. Afterwards, Ankiko, her thighs still wet with semen, was taken to the bathroom across the hall. When the door was closed, the sounds inside could no longer reach the bedroom. "So exciting!" "This is the second time I've done this next to my sleeping husband, it's wonderful." "You're so cruel, like a devil..." "You're moaning with pleasure, and you're the one who called me here. I wouldn't do this if you hadn't done it for me by the pool." On the bathroom's tiled floor, the naked professor's wife, wearing only black stockings, was forced into a doggy-style position again. "Lift your ass up." Anjiko lifted her two full, semi-circular, beautiful buttocks. The man slapped on the sensual mounds. The crisp sound and the wonderful sensation on his palms. "You're a pervert... a sadist..." Anjiko's seductive moans echoed in the bathroom.

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